Rymora didn't hesitate to give the order for the carriage to take her straight to Lord Drehk's villa, which was situated quite some distance from the castle. She didn't bother questioning the command—just gave it, fast and clean. Whatever Lord Drehk wanted, it clearly couldn't wait, and there was no benefit in delaying, even if the sudden summons grated on her nerves.
The carriage ride was slow, creeping along the uneven road like it had all the time in the world. Inside, the silence was absolute. Rymora sat alone as the sole passenger, wrapped in her thick traveling cloak, the cold wood of the seat pressing against her back. Yet it wasn't the chill that kept her tense. Her thoughts wouldn't stop circling.
Why had he called her like this?
